Plastic swipes of magnetic stripes
will wipe dry blood drained
from the veins of those responsible
for the death of change
and the birth of a war between races
where brothers use laces to
hang one another as well as themselves
in houses of God
suicidal stability that donates a
channel to discover
this fabricated life is all just a fire
about to expire
in a forest known as existence.
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